• You sit down on the couch, getting comfortable into the seat next to Katana, the red horned hakama-wearing samurai, who spoke in a rather serious and stoic manner. After settling in- Ban Hammer, the tyrannical warden of Ban Land, hater of all crimedoers threw himself down on the other side of you, practically squishing you as the cocky purple-horned warden smurked and the other softly sighed.

Ban Hammer: “How comfortable!”